Realizing Stories

The story of ChuaChandan will take you to the historical story of love shared by two youngsters of the era of Shri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu in 1486 BCE. Moreover, the story is very short yet the most sweetest story a person can find in his whole life. In this story, Shri Chaitanya prabhu not only witnesses the love shared by this two but also helps Chua and Chandan find their true destiny. Hope you like it!

I basically just write how I feel or been threw or what I be seeing around from my perspective

We get blindsighted when we are in love.We trust people blindly.We don't see whom we're Revolving around.We are filled with so much toxicity in our lives that we tear our selves apart and forget to heal.REVOLVING /REALISING

This is based on a real story I hope you will realize on what good and bad is.

It's not your fault, it's mine. Believing love is real is a common misconception of the human heart. Others may say love is extravagant but in reality, it's only an imagination until time goes stale. Opening up is the worst decision us human beings can make. Life is all about it, encouraging it, if I may. Some go up hills just so. Others go down roads with a known cognition of disappointment

There was a girl named mayah,she likes to take selfies,strolling at the side of the street,she is also known asthe social butterfly at her school,lots of people envy her not until.......

Kati and Vincent aren't the friendliest to each other. Even thought they both have deep feelings for each other, they would never admit it. But when they have to discover a mountain together, they face the deadliest challenges of their lives that put their relationship to the test. They both know something is there, but will they ever show it? Will they survive?

Just me trying to describe the feeling of being lost, of being not here and there, of overthinking, of not knowing where to go, of not being able to get up. And still from time to time finding a glimpse of hope in a monochrome world. Of falling in love.

Lincoln has been getting bullied all his life and on top of that he has a dad that's a complete drunk . His mom left when he was only 8 years old . His mom did not even say she was leaving . Well one day lincoln just snaps and stabs the boy that has been bullying him with a fork . He then gets kicked out of school and taken to a camp in the middle of nowhere. The camp is called " The minds eye academy . Well then the campers keep getting found dead with their wrists slit . It looks like they all committed suicide but then the truth is uncovered . Last year a girl named samantha higgins committed suicide because everybody was calling her a slut and a skank because supposedly she stole a girl named angela's boyfriend . Now Samantha has come back for revenge and shes not going to stop til there all dead.

This is a poem of a boy running from his sins, once he faces them he sees that he is much better than his sins and sacrifices himself because he knows he is the one pulling down someone special to him, this story is about me with some different aspects

dont make me kill you if you dont follow me

"Hello, little one. What is your name?" It is with those seven words the story begins. Ramona Spencer is an escort, a person who has died and chosen to help the reincarnation process. Louis is a normal teenager, living with his mother and sister while his father is away at war. The two become very close, best friends, even lovers - until Louis's father dies and Ramona is assigned the task of reincarnating him. Can Louis deal with the fact that his father won't be just his anymore? And if he can, can Ramona deal with the reincarnation process herself?

This story is about malificent trying to make everyone realize some villains can be good thank you

Ashlyn Rose Murray is a selfless person, who's always concerned more with the needs and wishes of others than with one's own. She listens to everybody's opinion. She let them control her, afraid that they might say awful things towards her. She had lost her voice, as well as herself. Years upon years of letting them win, when would she break? When will she be brave? Till when can she hold it all?

Poems are so more than emojis or even physical touch. It tells many feelings. Many perspectives. Everyone has their own. Their own perspective . So join the travel with me and my feelings. ( Hope you enjoy , vote, comment, feel with it !) Im on a Break

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